violetred

watched a fantastically adorable movie tonight:



Miss Pettigrew Lives For A Day

all my life i have dreamed of being Amy Adams in this movie. most of the time, it seems, i have actually been Frances McDormand in this movie. heh

it made me cry, like any love story does...these days. but it gave me hope as well. i feel like i have traveled about "just pretending" in life for so long...i want to find someone i can share my true self with.

i suppose then i will find my true love




in other news:
big plans for this weekend

in an effort to make some new, wonderful memories to wash away all the soured memories of this last month and a half, i am traveling with a new boy to a lovely cottage on lake michigan. he makes me laugh...so damn much, i can't imagine i will have a bad time. there will be much liquor and herbal merriment to be had, along with bonfires, baked goods and sex. perhaps on the beach

he is a law student at u of m. younger than me, but still has his shit together. did i mention he is so fucking funny?

if all my plans come to fruition, Master Craft will be leveled to the ground somehow over the weekend and i will have no reason at all to come back to this wretched place.

a girl can dream, can't she?